Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". She wears dull yellow sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed trident, just in case, and her gloved hand is found clutching a trident. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Shanairla is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: She's in love; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Religious, Has a crush. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 140 gp. Obsidian (15 gp). 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he tends to wear a large grey jacket. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Insane, Insomniac. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. After coming to the age of reason, Hamil took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears long strands of ruby and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Her hair is cut close to her head. She is baby faced.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. After months of barely getting by, Nora managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, she made her way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and elven compassion

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Military, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 gp.